How can I feel regret,
And yet still know,
That I’m where I’m supposed to be.
Its not the regret you regret your whole life,
Its momentary longings,
Flashes of sounds and what-could-have-beens.
I’m here.
You’re here.
We’re meant to be.
So please don’t worry,
Or let me worry,
When this happens,
It will pass.